29/03/2026
It wanted to be told how the name of the association came about. It was last fall.
In August, when we went down to the lake with the drum and lit the fire in Nattvaro, the ground whispered that the paths you walk are ancient.
The barking of dogs echoed in the darkness and shooting stars were reflected in the water surface.
Shortly afterwards, we all felt like we could hear wishes for a name. We looked at old maps, searched archives and asked around but nothing seemed right and the leaves turned yellow and puppies grew in Nellie's belly.
Then one morning in a conversation about the Norns, who spin the web of life, we came across Verdandi, she who spins the thread of the present.
We bent the words in all possible directions but it wasn't until Nellie got a rush of joy in the birch grove so all the fallen leaves started to rustle and fly around that "Being" clearly and distinctly appeared in the autumn sun and the birds migrated south att the same time as the clouds hovered in an easterly direction.
The association The Farm of Being; a place, a state, a invitation to be a being in being carried by everything, which is exactly as it is.
Hope we will meet here. Welcome to join us on the journey. 🌞